I struggle with this concept a lot, it hard for me to see the point in anything. The pervading thought I have is that it is just a matter of time before everything ceases to matter. So if this is is the case, then what is my purpose?
Who am I?
The existence that we are experiencing, is it real or a matrix?
I do not know how some seem to wallow through life seemingly impervious to an existence that is arguably devoid of true meaning.
I also despise how "life" brings certain people, but then the inevitable drift happens. Whether it is a slow or rapid tide the bonds that you have formed with individuals are always torn.
How do we combat this? Can we?
How do we fight drift?
"My life is no more than a drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops."
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